Logan’s POV
I didn't know how long I laid there on the bed, drifting in and out of consciousness until I was somewhat in a present memory lane. I didn't know if it was an opaque or mystic mood in the atmosphere but there was something familiar in the room which made me wonder… Was it the scent or just the homely outlook of the room?
The door opened and a lovely woman stepped in. She had bronze hair and her hazel eyes sparkled in the yellow sundress dress she was wearing. Like an ant attracted to a pile of sugar, I gently sat up and looked at the woman who looked gentle and cognisant. I was at a loss for words.
Could she be the woman that saved me last night? She couldn't be… The woman I remembered last night was stern and grouchy. There was no way they were the same people.
"You're up!
